#Khajiit x Reader

[theshippingcorner]

oh sorry!! if you've seen her, Khayla would be nice!

Oh man I had to look up who you meant, I know her just didn't know her name! She's an obscure Khajiit for sure but I can def do that! Given the Themes of Skyrim I'm going to make you readers the Dragonborn for this since there wasn't anything to suggest anything else <3

You'd met Khayla several times on your travels, and spoken to her just about every time you came by the Caravans to buy something...it was awfully unfair, that Khajiit weren't allowed into the cities, but then people couldn't Deny the Dragonborn the right to bring whoever they pleased into the city right? It started as just a single night in Markarth, a nice Date at The Silver-Blood Inn with the caravan Guard, but after that night you'd both gotten quite attached and with some permission from Ri'saad and the arrangements to hire a new guard...well Khayla came along with you!

Adventuring together, showing the lovely Khajiit the sights she hadn't been allowed to see from outside the walls of the cities...it was a break, a nice change of pace from playing the hero. You showed her the Blue Palace in Solitude, took her to Falkreath to see the beautiful forests, spent time at Dragon Bridge looking over the impressive architecture...and eventually you ended up in Riften! You split from Kayla for a short time, allowing her to look around Riften, see the sights, and enjoy the flowers.

You yourself though...you stopped by the temple of Mara! You'd already done every task you'd been asked to do, of course you had, it was just a matter of sitting down and speaking with Dinya who of course was surprised to see the Dragonborn back in the temple after so long.

"It pleases me to see you again Dragonborn, what brings you to the Temple of Mara? You seem Troubled."

You hesitated but gave the Dunmer a weary smile, of course a Priestess would be able to tell.

"I've been traveling with a Khajiit I met at one of the Caravans, she's lovely and strong, and I'm sure she must like me."

The Dunmer smiled warmly and put a hand on your shoulder, nodding

"Then what is the problem? If you love her and you've come here what would stop you from asking her to marry you?"

You sat back a moment to really think, well a lot of things.

"I'm the Dragonborn, things can get dangerous on my adventures and she's seen that. I know she's more than capable of understanding and handling herself but what happens when we have a family and she has to watch over them? What happens when I don't return from a trip or-"

The Dunmer softly tutted at you and directed your attention to the statue of Mara, smiling.

"You say these things as if you haven't seen for yourself how strong the power of love is, Dragonborn. You reunited lost spirits in the name of Mara and yet you worry that you would not find her again in Sovengarde? Trust your heart and do what you think is best, I know you will always make the right choice."

She rose from her spot beside you and stepped away to tend to the temple leaving you with your thoughts, she was right though...you knew the power of Mara and of love. There was a reason why the temple of Mara was where so many came to be wed.

Content with your thoughts and the answers you had come to find, you stood and left the temple, smiling softly at Khayla who was in the market admiring the wares at Madesis stall. She always had a sparkle in her eye seeing new things and speaking with new people, her tail swaying as she held a lovely silver sapphire ring in her hands. You headed over happily, looking over her shoulder at the Argonian contently.

"How many Septims for the ring~?"

Khalyas ears flicked rapidly as she perked up, looking at you quickly

"Oh! You do not need to buy the Ring my love it is quite alright~"

The way she purred as she smiled at you melted your heart as you kissed her on the head softly, laughing a bit.

"Nonsense, you like the ring don't you? Besides you deserve to be spoilt...speaking of which we can head to Solitude again soon yeah~?"

She nodded softly, happily staying by your side as you paid Madesi for the ring, spending at least a bit more time with Khayla in Riften before taking to the road again with her, fiddling with the amulet of Mara you had when she wasn't quite looking...

As you walked she talked about back home in Elsweyr, and her travels with the Caravans...the admiration in her voice when she spoke of home was how you hoped she would speak of your adventures together over the past couple of years to your children should she accept you.

Eventually when you finally did make your way back to Solitude, you made sure to take her to Radiant Rainments, despite the rude staff it was hard to deny the fact they made brilliant clothes. You had the septims to afford it anyhow, so you made sure you got a nice outfit for yourself and for Kaylah to wear while you took her around the City once more.

After some time though as the sun began to set and the moons rose into the sky she hugged your arm with a soft hum, looking up at the stars.

"Could I ask why you've brought Khayla to Solitude once more, my love~?"

You chuckled softly and pet her, it felt like as good a time as any so you took the time to fish out the Amulet of Mara you'd put on from underneath your clothes, showing it to her softly with a nervous hum,

"I'd been wanting to find the right time to ask you, I was worried about leaving you alone with all the danger I'm always in but I know even if fate takes me from you I will always find you again..."

She was surprised to see the Amulet but the sound of her deafening purrs gave you more an enough of an answer as she threw her arms around you and nuzzled her head into your face, smiling brightly at you as her tail swished behind her in the moonlight.

"It would be Khaylas honor to marry you, Dragonborn~"

[cicerosboobs]

Kill for your Keeper

(a gn khajiit!listener and cicero based on "the cure for madness". tw: dark brotherhood type stuff, bloody makeout)

You had favored Cicero for months, generally since you met the madman for some reason. Astrids' attitude towards him pissed you off but..you couldn’t do much about it. You had given him looks here and there. Finding out you were the Listener threw you a bit. You honestly felt bad, knowing how much he had desired to hear the Night Mothers' voice for himself.

Then it happened; He had attacked all the members in the sanctuary...save you. You WERE there, but maybe he didn't know it. Or maybe he just didn't attack you. You were sent to find him...the werewolf sitting outside in a pool of blood. ...He didn't get many words out before your jaws were on his throat, claws digging into the wounds that were already killing him to confirm his fate. When you sat up, you could see the anger in him as he faded.

The spectrals gave you little trouble; You were too focused on finding Cicero to fight, and relied on spells or potions of invisibility to sneak your way past them all to the sound of his voice. He was laughing, but sounded more panicked than manic; He was hurt. Gotta find him.

When you finally stalked into the room he was in you became visible again and he cackled, rambling nonsense with tears running down his cheeks. Something about killing or sparing him. You weren't listening. Your entire front was coated in blood and gore from your little...encounter outside, eyes gleaming, tail flicking.

He was shocked when you fell to your knees, almost squirming for his weapon, but- you not only spared him but healed him in what was genuine worry painted obviously across your features (among other things). “I-”

He jumped- But melted into- The bloody kiss you planted on him after he was fully healed, shaking, breaking apart. “You missed me that much?!” He began laughing a bit and went on about the “dumb mutt” outside. Something clicked in his head as he looked you up and down. Your eyes bore into his.

“...Did you kill him for me, Listener?”

You froze as it dawned on you that you killed for Cicero, specifically, someone you loved, for the first time. Huh. You mindlessly licked your lips, nose crinkling at how bitter that whelps' blood was.

“…I did.”

He giggled his weird giggle and hugged your head, tugging on one of your ears, and getting very…close. His voice was serious after a moment even though he stared at the blood soaking your muzzle. He hadn't bothered to wipe the blood from his mouth. “Tell me how.”

“I got mad you were hurt-” ….You made a show of licking your nose, again. He bit his lip. “I was too far gone to remember my weapons, and I..didn't care what he was saying. Everything was a blur,” With a fake snarl you showed your crimson-stained fangs, “I just bit his throat open.”

Cicero let out a squeal and hugged your head again, giggling. “OH LOOK AT YOU! Listener! You went feral for your Cicero! Like a big, angry saber cat!”

“For my Keeper. For my Cicero.”

“Oh- YES, your keeper,” Cicero mushed your snout a bit, snickering as you mock snarled. He let out another laugh before he tugged you on top of him, making you grunt and staining his entire front with fresh blood.

You licked your nose again to make him laugh, then you licked his, and he smiled. Suddenly, his face fell. Dark. Angry. …Terrifying...exciting.

“...And what about Astrid.”

Your fur spiked up, and he noticed, looking wary.

“She's dead.” You looked away. He opened his mouth but you spoke. “Not yet, but she is going to be.”

The jester beneath you jutted his jaw out and looked up, toying with your fur. For a moment he didn't say anything. “...And she is dead, dead, dead...disemboweled, gutted, worm food-”

“I get it.”

“-all for me?”

“Yes, for you.”

“And why is this.” his voice was flat, but you could tell he was very, very excited about what you were about to say.

“I love you, Cicero.”

He SQUEALED and practically crushed his lanky body to yours with all four of his limbs excitedly declaring out affectionate babble, planting his lips all across your face and at times stopping to laugh and look to the side, pbhtbthgh-ing because he had too much of your fur in his mouth. A sudden gasp got your attention and you looked alarmed.

Cicero looked a bit sheepish. “...Floor's sharp...”

With a nod you stood, guiding him up and cracking your neck. Tossing your pack to the floor you dug out a series of pelts, stacking them in an even layer. You smoothed them down and offered him to lie down, instructing him to stay while you went and scrubbed the blood from your fur before it became rancid, or frozen. Ugh. When you returned he was half asleep, and you rested beside him.

“Say it agaaaain,”

“I love you, Cicero.”

[victorianasshole]

A whole mudcrab's worth of meat (Vivec x Masc!reader) Chapter 1/?

Heyy this is my first time sharing my writing on here, so be nice. This was very self indulgent, but if you guys like it, there'll porbably be more!!

Includes: 1st person reader, OC character(s), Ohmes Raht reader, masc!reader, Vivec, other canon characters, canon environment

CW: Murder, cursing, violence, fantasy bigotry?? Lmk if more needs to be added.

Word count: 2804

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A whole mudcrab's worth of meat. Gone, just like that. I cursed under my breath as I looked up from the shrubbery at whoever was obnoxious enough to scare my lunch away. An Elseweyr mercenary… And here I thought I'd be left alone, so far east. The feline man crouched by the bank of the water, filling his water skin. Seeming pretty pissed off himself. Perhaps he was looking for someone?

Despite my gut feeling of simply turning away, I stood up, hailing the fellow. 

We soon ended up making a campfire, finding it easier to camp together for the night. Of course only after we both understood no harm would come to the other. As a performance of trust, we shared our names and secrets as well, as the moons peaked over the horizon. 

M'aiko was his name. A grumpy and quiet Cathay, but not without a small humour in his eye. As he dusted his rations with moonsugar, he began to speak freely for the first time that night. 

“M'aiko is looking for some cultist Ashlander. As it turns out this is a regular occurrence. However, this particular cultist has avoided proving his validity long enough for it to be a bother.” 

I nodded at his words, pondering the fire as it heated the hound meat I bought some days ago in Molag Mar. 

“I hear it's about some rebirth prophecy. Some king that died long ago… But wait, if you're doing this job, wouldn't your employer be-?”

M'aiko grinned, seeming a bit self-satisfied. “This one has no idea how I've come to such luck, but Lord Vivec himself sent me. Well... Through a mouthpiece.”

“How do you know you're not being set up for a simple assassination?”

“They paid beforehand. And only the houses would grace anyone with as heavy a pouch as what I got.”

I hummed... It seemed a bit too good to be true. But I didn't have the heart to say it. Though, it WAS pretty believable. As the khajiit would show me, he had the official tribunal seal on him and everything. I looked back at his pouch… 

“Say… You still owe this one for that mudcrab I was to eat tonight. Why don't you pay me back by letting me come along?”

M’aiko didn’t seem too pleased by the idea of having me with. Understandable. I was but a simple hunter. But I did so want to come with. He simply raised a brow and handed me some of his moonsugar as the meat I had on the fire seemed finished. “What could a hunter offer a mercenary?”“Restoration magic, Illusion magic… Lock picking and a good arrow.” I listed, sprinkling a healthy amount of the glittery spice on the meat. It had been quite some time since I had felt the good and warm buzz of my home’s number one trade. “And this one could only imagine you long for another cat to speak to. These dumner are not the best company…” 

I got him to laugh at that. I curled my tail in delight, knowing I had now won him over. 

…

My boot came down heavy on the last embers of the fire the next morning. We had agreed to wake early, to be done with the job as soon as possible. I wasn't too eager to kill anyone, but it was not like I hadn't done so before. The roads were treacherous. It was necessary to kill these days. This time, however, it was to be a little different. Thankfully, M'aiko and I had already planned that I was to be his shadow, and less so in the middle of the conflict. If he needed healing, he was to get healing. If he needed his back covered, he was to be aided by my arrow. That was something I could get behind.

I followed M'aiko's steps through the tiny islands on the edge of the coast. We agreed that the roads were too risky to be caught in. The roads had yet to become more guarded in the wake of the recent uptick in crime this year, but we were primarily worried about being seen by commoners. M’aiko had promised confidentiality. So hiding in nature seemed like our best bet.

The round volcanic pebbles rustled by the shoreline, making odd clicking sounds as they grinded together. I picked one up and put it in my pocket as we walked. The trip wouldn’t take so long, he assured. Halfway to Sadrith Mora. So I was content enough to just walk along. Passing small ruins of Dwemer, egg mines, and other small locations of note… I enjoyed the change of scenery. M’aiko was quick, however, so we never stayed in one place for long. Only when we rested. He even carried me when the water was too high for me to safely swim from island to island with my gear, simply because he didn’t have the time to go around. We used the night for travelling as well. But not before long…

“You see the tents over the creeks, yes?”

I hummed in the affirmative, having already subconsciously lowered my body a little. 

“We are to target Dralas. He is a loud type, easy to spot. Preferably no one will see us by the time it is over.”

“I'll head up behind the cliffside then. From there, my arrow and spells will be within range of the camp.” 

I suggested, and M'aiko silently nodded in agreement to the plan. I took that as my cue to quietly disappear up the hill to take purchase by a larger rock, for cover. Once I was situated and hidden, I took my dagger and let the sun fall upon it, guiding the reflected light upon M'aiko to tell him I was ready.

And so he went.

He was quick. I couldn't look away for a moment, lest he simply disappear from my eyes. Not a soul in the camp realised as he sneaked from tent to tent, many of the nomads having yet to properly wake up yet. Then Dralas stepped out from the wise women's tent. And things were quick to get more complicated. 

As Dralas stepped outside, he called the camp close to surround him, to make some kind of announcement. I couldn't hear what he was saying, but I could easily understand that all this attention on our target was a stick in the wheel for M'aiko's plan. I tried to think, quickly. M'aiko looked up at me in frustrated uncertainty… I took out one of my arrows and brushed my hand against the stick. Concentrating on it… And just then, I was no longer holding an arrow. I put the weight I felt in my hand against the arrow rest on my bow, breathed in as I pulled the string back… And then Dralas clutched his chest. Blood spread quickly under his sandy cape. The arrow revealed itself as my concentration faltered. And Dralas fell to the ground.

The outrage was immediate, and the armed Ashlanders were soon out to search the surrounding area for me. M'aiko took the opposite direction, and I spent my remaining magic to become unseen as I followed him away from the crime scene…

“...Did I get him properly? I couldn't see if he died from where I sat.” 

I spoke up quietly, dropping the invisibility when I knew we were both hidden well enough. We could still hear the yells from the camp.

“Oh, you got him alright.”

M’aiko's voice was heaving, and I was for a moment afraid that he had gotten hurt in the chaos of getting away. But he held up a hand to signal he was fine.

“...You're coming back to Vivec with this one. I think this calls for you to get the other half of the payment.”

…

I had never been to Vivec City before. I had imagined it to be big, but this was beyond my expectations. The newly finished Foreign Quarter greeted us, and M’aiko looked down at me with a humoured expression. I barely noticed, my eyes glued to the giant rock floating over the tops of the cantons. I knew I was small, but this made me feel ever so smaller… 

“Never been here, I assume?”

I shook my head quietly and fixed on the straps of my old rucksack a bit. Maybe I looked too uncomfortable. Holding onto my dignity, I took the first step over the bridge to the city, knowing M’aiko would follow to not lose me in the crowd.

We had travelled together for a little under a week now, through the east side. Become what I would probably call friends. We never really spoke when on the move, but we shared plenty of stories and laughs over the fire. The night before we arrived at Vivec, I had taken out the Skyrim mead I had been keeping for the right occasion. The wooden cups dyed lightly purple from the blackberry spirits. M’aiko nodded a thank you. He was quiet tonight. “The Temple Canton is open to the public. When we get there, we’ll likely speak with Vivec about your payment.”

I choked on the mead. “What, THE Vivec??”

M’aiko nodded, giving a cheeky smile I had come to recognize as teasing. But it seemed a bit forced. I understood it fine enough. Two Khajiiti mercenaries are not exactly ‘meant’ to interact with the Dumner gods. And the thought of even setting foot in the home of one of them was nerve-wracking… We drank from our cups in silent synchronicity. After a moment of quiet, I decided to ask what I was sure we were both uncertain about.

“Well, what do you plan on saying to him?”

The stairs up to the temple looked like a whole day’s worth of fitness. This god must think they’re quite high and mighty… I tried my best not to roll my eyes at having to exhaust myself, as we approached the temple doors. Or palace doors. At this point, I wasn’t sure what to call this gold-plated erection... M’aiko patted my back as we reached the final steps, heaving just as much as myself by the end. The guards standing watch by the entrance somehow emanated the energy of a side eye to the both of us through their helms, looking on as we caught our breath a bit. But they didn’t block the entrance, thankfully. 

I looked at M’aiko. M’aiko looked at me, reflecting my expression perfectly. He looked like he was about to shit himself. 

“On three?”

“No, that’s stupid.” He countered, opening the temple gate with a push before I could quip back. I sucked in a small breath, getting my heart stuck in my throat. I was not ready. Neither was he, but the bastard didn’t show it like I undoubtedly was. 

I had no choice but to follow his tail, however, making an active effort not to make myself too visible. Or visible at all. Anything to make M’aiko be the one talking.

The greeting hall felt bigger than it looked from the outside. Murals complimented the round loft of the chamber, gold lines shimmering echoes of the stories they told. Of Vivec, and his deeds to the lands of Vvardenfell. Of his accomplishments, and their power. I looked down at the floor. It seemed rude to stare. A small pat on my back from M’aiko made me buckle down on one knee, my eyes still fixed on the tiled floor. I felt rickety and confused. And then I felt warmth fall on my forehead and shin. A bright light casting shadows in the cracks of the ceramic stone. I made damn sure to keep my head down.

“Lord Vivec. This one comes to announce the downfall of Dralas of the Erabenimsun Tribe.” He sounded so formal.

“I thank you for this news. Who is your companion?”

My throat bobbed. I didn’t know if I should talk. Or look up. But M’aiko thankfully set forth my name before I had to do it. 

“He was the one who dealt the final blow. That is why we went to you directly, so you can judge the payment for his contribution.”

“I see.”

…I had to look up now.

When we locked eyes, he surprisingly didn’t seem all that imposing. More curious and gentle than anything. He was still hard to look at, with practically shining skin and a presence that nearly filled the entire room. It was hard to hold a common-folk bias towards what I was looking at. Even when I was kneeling on a floor that probably cost more to make than what I would have been sold for. 

I made an awkward croak. He smiled. I looked back down. “I have made up my mind. I propose you get equal payment to compliment your companion’s pouch. Furthermore, I will sign you a permit to purchase housing here in Vivec, for your initiative to help the temple. And lastly…”I could see the god’s feet touch the ground, not a sound emanating from him at all. It made me wonder if I was imagining things. I couldn’t hear him like I heard most other living things. I couldn’t find a breath. A heartbeat. Except for my own galloping organ.

“I thank you. Should you ever need work again, you will always be welcome in the temple for it. I will make sure there is always a position you may take.”

I tried making a sound, pressing out what could be interpreted as a “thank you”. It didn’t go too well, so I tried adding some kind of head-bowing to it. M’aiko thanked them as well, following my lead with a bow. This was scary and embarrassing and humiliating and I needed to leave. M’aiko was already getting up and leaving. But as I went to stand myself, to back away timidly, I was robbed of that opportunity to flee, to get away from the probably already sore eyes of the God-King. However, they were the one stopping me, calling my name. “You are but a simple hunter, yes?”

I looked back instinctively, but quickly changed my mind and averted my gaze again when I actually met them with my eyes. “Uh… Yeah- Yes. I’ve just been living off the land. For about eight months now.”

It took real strength to not use khajiiti formalities with him. I had come to know how dumner people sometimes react to such things, so I tried my best to use their tongue. But if this had been the Mane… I remembered giving my hair when I went away. It was much like this. Scary, humbling and breathtaking. Speaking to overpowering devines was never really my cup of tea. But back then, before all of it, when I had given my hair. It felt easier. Maybe that was simply just because it was kin. Or because I had an innocence to hide behind.

“You must excuse my curiosity. But I fail to see how a common hunter like yourself would need to know illusion magic to such a high degree.”

M’aiko hadn’t said how I killed Dralas, did he? He didn’t. I looked up at Vivec, my confusion louder than my awe for just a moment. They simply smiled encouragingly for an answer. “Uhm… I, well..” Would I get captured if I just run now? Was I allowed to tell him? I should act less apprehended.

“.... Back in Elsweyr, I once spent my days making some coin in higher circles, lending out my services to nobles who wanted an extra hand in networking. It was… Appreciated, when one’s opponents heard false rumours. Saw the wrong hand at the gambling table. Things like that. After some complications with those very opponents, it was best for me to leave and live off the grid for a while.”

Vivec hummed along to my words, giving a small nod. Did I just out myself for a fraud? Or a criminal? I did, I didn’t mean to say so much. It was as if their gaze pulled the words out of my mouth with string. My mind raced to try and read the god’s reaction. Was such activity illegal here? I hadn’t done it since I left, but… 

“A social networker, then. I won’t pry into why you’ve ended up here in Vvardenfell, of all places. However…”

I had to look down again when he came closer. They were scrutinizing me, I knew as much. But I also knew why, now. I was useful. I could feel it in their demeanour, I had proved myself useful. More handy than a sword for hire, at least…

“... Hm. I look forward to our next meeting, friend.”

I bowed my head.

[obscure-imaginations]

Omg okay hopefully this is within any possible request rules for your blog, bc I'm so happy I found you😭

Perhaps you could make some headcanons about Kharjo? With a Khajiit s/o, would he want to marry them eventually, would he like to adopt an orphaned Khajiit cub etc if that's okay? And if you do nsfw headcanons then maybe something about how he might be in bed with his Khajiit s/o or maybe what you think he looks like under his armor? I'm really sorry this is all over the place I just got super excited😭 feel free to ignore this if you don't want to do it or anything like that! I hope you're having a great day or night (:

Hoho, Kharjo! I wish you could marry him in-game. Bethesda! Why can you only marry one Argonian? Give us more options!

SFW, cut for space. I'll plan out an NSFW headcanon post at a later time, I'm blanking for now. Written for any race, not just Khajiit.

Kharjo isn't really a romantic type. When he courts you, he'll offer you the best weapon in the dungeon you're exploring. He'll dump more food into your bowl than the others. He'll carve figurines for you and leave them on your pillow for you to find later. He's subtle, but you can feel his love for you just as much as if he made grand gestures.

I can't find much lore on Khajiit marriage, but Kharjo doesn't care for it. His bond to you in unspoken, he has no need for jewelry or oaths to make it clear. If you want something like that, though, he wants to make you happy. He'll have a small party with the caravans and any of your friends, under the moonslight as he makes his vows to you. Kharjo nuzzles into you and drapes an amulet around your neck, similar to his Moon amulet. Now you match, and are mates for life!

Kharjo has dreamed before of cubs, but never really thought about actually doing it. Whether you decide to bear his children or adopt your own, he considers them family no matter what. Khajiit orphans are rare, due to their clan mentality- cubs are raised by everyone, not just their parents. But, if you manage to find one in your travels, he is more than happy to spread his knowledge of Claw Dances on to another generation. Any children you have will be loved and happy, and trained to defend themselves. He won't let anything happen to his new clan!

Under his armor, Kharjo's fur is a bit messy, but that's to be expected. He grooms it down with a comb and pouts if you laugh at the little white spot on his belly. His armor chafes off the fur in some spots, which he treats with balms, and would be over the moons if you manage to fix his armor so it doesn't do that. He's mostly the same gray and dark brown colors everywhere, and the softest fur is on his stomach. He trusts you enough to let you use that spot as a pillow.

[filthy-khajiit]

I would like to preface this fic a bit.

{ ☆ Butcher x Fem!Reader ☆ }

The character, kinda made to be like me, personality wise. I don't relate the the aggressive girls in fics. I'm a 30 year old mom, I cook, I clean and I take care of people, and I wanted the fic to reflect that. This is also my first ever The Boys fic. I used to write supernatural fan fiction way back in the day, and I haven't written anything fully in SUCH a long time.

This is all fluffy and what not, only a smidgen of action. Romantic themes, but no smut. Smut free. Was feeling down and I just needed the comfy stuff. Ya know? 💚

Also keep in mind, I was half alive writing and editing this, haven't slept in two days and I'm losing my mind as I'm trying to type this. So this shit has been so lazily and sleepily written because it was for cozy times. Feel me? Alright cool. Thanks 💚 ~ F. Khajiit

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♧ Chapter 1: The Job Offer

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Y/N Y/L/N had always considered herself an ordinary woman. At thirty years old, she had settled into a quiet routine of solitude, her life marked by the steady cadence of uneventful days and peaceful nights. She worked a series of menial jobs, each as uninspiring as the last, but they paid the bills and kept her modest apartment in Queens running.

One chilly afternoon, Y/N came across a help-wanted ad that piqued her curiosity. It was vague, mentioning only the need for someone to keep a "base" clean. The address was in an obscure part of the city, one she wasn’t familiar with, but something about the anonymity of the ad intrigued her. With a shrug and a hopeful heart, she dialed the number listed and scheduled an interview for the next day.

When she arrived at the nondescript warehouse, she was greeted by a large, bald man with a stern expression. His name was Mother's Milk, though he insisted she just call him MM. He led her inside without much fanfare, explaining the job’s responsibilities in a matter-of-fact tone.

"You'll be cleaning up around here," MM said as they walked through the dimly lit hallways. "It's a bit of a mess most of the time, but we need someone who can handle it. Think you can manage?"

Y/N nodded, her eyes wide as she took in the cluttered surroundings. "I can manage," she said confidently.

◇ Chapter 2: Meeting the Team

Y/N’s first week on the job was a whirlwind of dusting, mopping, and organizing. She quickly realized that this was no ordinary cleaning gig. The base, as it turned out, belonged to a group called The Boys, and they were involved in something far more dangerous than she could have imagined.

Her initial encounters with the team were brief and formal. MM was the most approachable, often giving her a nod or a few words of encouragement. Frenchie, with his charming smile and thick accent, always had a kind word for her, though his frequent absences left her curious about his activities. Then there was Kimiko, silent but fierce, whose mere presence commanded respect.

And then there was William Butcher.

Y/N’s first impression of Butcher was a whirlwind of intensity. He stormed into the base one evening, his voice echoing through the halls as he barked orders and swore in his distinctive Cockney accent. At first, Y/N tried to keep her distance, intimidated by his aggressive demeanor. But as days turned into weeks, she found herself drawn to him in ways she couldn’t quite understand.

♡ Chapter 3: The First Encounter

One evening, Y/N was scrubbing the floor in the main room when Butcher walked in. She could feel his eyes on her, a prickling sensation that made her heart race. She glanced up to find him watching her intently.

"Oi, you missed a spot," he said gruffly, pointing to a corner she had yet to clean.

Y/N flushed, hastily moving to correct her oversight. "Sorry," she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper.

Butcher smirked, a rare expression that softened his otherwise harsh features. "Don't worry about it, love. You're doin' fine."

His words, though casual, sent a thrill through her. She ducked her head, hiding her smile as she resumed her work. From that moment on, she kept herself looking forward to their brief interactions, cherishing the rare moments when Butcher’s gruff exterior seemed to crack, revealing glimpses of the man beneath.

♤ Chapter 4: Compassionate Care

As time went on, Y/N began to take on more responsibilities around the base. She noticed that the team often came back injured from their missions, and her natural inclination to help kicked in. She started tending to their wounds, offering a gentle touch and a reassuring smile.

One night, Butcher staggered in, blood seeping through his shirt from a nasty gash on his side. Y/N hurried to his side, her concern overriding her usual shyness.

"Let me help you," she said firmly, guiding him to a chair.

Butcher grumbled but didn’t resist as she carefully cleaned and bandaged the wound. Her hands were steady, her touch soothing, and for once, he allowed himself to relax under her care.

"You're too kind for this lot," he muttered, his voice softer than she’d ever heard it.

Y/N met his gaze, her y/e/c eyes filled with determination. "Someone has to be," she replied quietly.

《》 Chapter 5: Hallucinations and Heartbeats

Butcher’s nightmares were a well-kept secret, but Y/N had inadvertently stumbled upon them one late night. She found him in the kitchen, arguing with a man who wasn’t there.

"Joe, I told you to sod off!" Butcher growled, his eyes wild and unfocused.

Y/N froze, unsure of what to do. She had heard the others mention Butcher’s hallucinations in hushed tones, but seeing it firsthand was jarring.

"You can't keep ignoring me, Butcher," the apparition said, his voice dripping with condescension. Joe Kessler, the figment of Butcher’s fractured mind, was a tall, lean man with an eerie presence. He leaned against the counter, his eyes locked on Butcher. "You know I'm right. You're losing your edge."

"Shut up," Butcher spat, his hands clenching into fists. "You don't know a damn thing."

Kessler smirked, his gaze drifting over to where Y/N stood frozen in the doorway. "Ah, who's this then? Little miss housekeeper? She's a looker, ain't she? Bet she doesn’t know the real you."

Butcher’s eyes snapped to Y/N, a flicker of panic crossing his features. "Y/N, go back to bed," he ordered, his voice rough and desperate.

Y/N took a hesitant step forward, her concern for Butcher outweighing her fear. "Butcher, who are you talking to?"

Kessler laughed, a cold, mocking sound. "She can’t see me, Butcher. I'm just in your head, remember? But that doesn’t mean she isn’t real. Look at her, all soft and sweet. Bet she has no idea what she's gotten herself into."

"Shut up, Joe!" Butcher roared, slamming his fist on the counter. The noise echoed through the kitchen, making Y/N jump.

She took another step forward, her y/e/c eyes wide with concern. "Butcher, please, talk to me. What's going on?"

Butcher’s shoulders sagged, the fight draining out of him. He looked at Y/N, his expression a mix of frustration and vulnerability. "It's nothin', just... go back to bed."

Kessler shook his head, his eyes gleaming with malicious amusement. "You think she’ll stay after she sees you like this? You're deluding yourself, Butcher."

Y/N hesitated, then reached out to touch Butcher’s arm. "If you ever need to talk, I'm here," she said softly, her voice steady despite the fear in her eyes.

Butcher stared at her for a long moment, something unreadable in his eyes. Then he nodded, a curt gesture, and walked away, leaving Y/N standing alone in the dimly lit kitchen, her heart aching for the man she was beginning to understand.

☆ Chapter 6: Growing Closer

Despite Butcher’s abrasive exterior, Y/N found herself growing closer to him. She saw the way he softened around her, the way his tough facade cracked just a little when they were alone. She started to notice the small things: the way his heartbeat quickened when she was near, the way he lingered in the same room longer than necessary.

One evening, as they sat in the common room, Butcher glanced at her with an intensity that made her breath catch.

"Why are you still here?" he asked abruptly.

Y/N frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Why do you stay? This place, this life... it's dangerous."

She shrugged, meeting his gaze. "I stay because I care about all of you. And because I want to help."

Butcher's expression softened, and for a moment, he looked vulnerable. "This ain't right fer someone like you, love."

Y/N smiled. "Maybe. But I'm here, and I like it, so I'm not leaving. Unless you fire me, I guess." She glanced away, feeling a bit self-conscious about her rambling.

¤ Chapter 7: The Kidnapping

It was a quiet evening at the base, the kind that Y/N had come to appreciate amidst the chaos that often surrounded The Boys. She was in the kitchen, preparing a simple meal, when Butcher walked in. He leaned against the doorway, watching her with a rare softness in his eyes.

"Smells good," he remarked, his Cockney accent adding a rough edge to the compliment.

Y/N smiled, a warm feeling spreading through her chest. "Thought you might be hungry," she said, her tone light. "Sit down, it'll be ready in a minute."

Butcher nodded and took a seat at the small table, his eyes never leaving her. There was a comfort in the routine, a sense of normalcy that was hard to come by in their line of work. But that peace was shattered when Homelander appeared.

He strode into the room with an air of casual arrogance, his presence instantly changing the atmosphere. Butcher stiffened, his jaw clenching as he stood up, positioning himself protectively between  Y/N and Homelander.

"What do you want, you bloody wanker?" Butcher snarled, his fists clenching at his sides.

Homelander ignored him at first, his attention seemingly on some trivial aspect of the kitchen. But then, he paused, tilting his head as if listening intently. His eyes flicked to Y/N, and a slow, predatory smile spread across his face.

"Well, this is interesting," Homelander drawled, his gaze shifting back to Butcher. "You know, Butcher, your heart is racing. And it only started when I looked at her."

Butcher’s expression darkened, and he took a step forward. "Leave her out of this, you psycho."

Homelander's smile widened. "Ah, but why would I do that? It's so rare to find something that gets under your skin. And this... this is fascinating."

Before anyone could react, Homelander moved. In the blink of an eye, he was standing next to Y/N, his hand gripping her arm tightly. She gasped, fear flashing in her y/e/c eyes as she looked to Butcher.

"Don't you dare hurt her," Butcher growled, his voice shaking with barely controlled rage.

Homelander chuckled, lifting Y/N slightly off the ground as if she weighed nothing. "Oh, I won't hurt her. Much. But I do think it’s time for a little field trip."

Y/N struggled, her heart pounding in her chest. "Butcher," she whimpered, her voice a desperate plea.

Butcher took a step forward, his eyes locked on Homelander. "Put her down. Now."

Homelander tilted his head, as if considering the request. Then he shook his head, a mocking glint in his eyes. "No, I think I'll take her with me. Just to see how far you're willing to go for her."

With that, Homelander shot up through the ceiling, taking Y/N with him. The last thing she saw was Butcher’s anguished face, a look of helpless fury etched into his features.

○ Chapter 8: Butcher’s Rage

Y/N was gone, something inside him snapped. He tore through the base, his heart a thunderous roar in his chest.

"That bloody bastard took her!" he shouted, his voice breaking with fury.

The team scrambled to form a plan, but Butcher was a man possessed. He couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t function without the thought of Y/N driving him forward.

"We'll get her back," MM said firmly, gripping Butcher's shoulder. "We'll get her back."

□ Chapter 9: The Rescue

The rescue mission was a blur of violence and chaos. Butcher led the charge, his sole focus on finding Y/N. When he finally burst into the room where Homelander held her, he saw red.

Homelander laughed, a cold, mocking sound. "Ah, Butcher. I was wondering when you'd show up."

Butcher didn’t waste time with words. He attacked, a fury of fists and rage. The fight was brutal, but with the team’s help, they managed to drive Homelander away.

Y/N, bound and bruised, looked up as Butcher approached. Tears filled her eyes as he knelt beside her, his hands trembling as he untied her.

"Are you okay? Love?" he asked, his voice rough with emotion.

She nodded, collapsing into his arms. "I knew you'd come."

Butcher held her tightly, his heart pounding against her chest. "I'll always come for ya, Y/N. Always."

■ Chapter 10: A New Beginning

The aftermath of the rescue brought a new understanding between Y/N and Butcher. They didn’t need words to express what had grown between them. The bond forged in fire and blood was unbreakable.

Butcher’s hallucinations didn’t disappear, but Y/N’s presence brought him a measure of peace. She was his light in the darkness, and he would do anything to protect her.

One evening, they sat together in the dimly lit common room. Butcher’s fingers traced the delicate lines of Y/N’s hand, his touch surprisingly gentle for a man who so often embodied fury.

“Dunno how you put up wif all this madness, love,” Butcher murmured, his gray-green eyes searching hers. “Most people would’ve legged it by now.”

Y/N smiled, her green eyes meeting his. “I chose this, Butcher. I chose you.”

He snorted, a rough sound that was more affectionate than derisive. “Still, can’t figure out why. I’m a right bastard, and vis life... it ain’t exactly easy.”

She squeezed his hand, her expression unwavering. “Because I see you, the real you. And you’re worth it.”

Butcher stared at her for a long moment, his eyes a mix of confusion and somethin' deeper, somethin' that scared 'em more than he’d ever admit. “Never fought I'd see fe day I'd meet someone like you in fis 'ellhole.”

Y/N leaned closer, resting her head against his shoulder. “But here we are.”

He wrapped an arm around her, holding her close. “Here we are,” he echoed, his voice a low rumble. “Don’t think I’ll ever understand it, but I ain’t complainin’.”

They sat in comfortable silence, the weight of their experiences hanging between them. Butcher knew he wasn’t an easy man to love, but he felt something he hadn’t in a long time: hope.

“You ever need anyfin’, Y/N,” he said quietly, his voice almost a whisper. “Anyfin at all, you come to me. Don’t matter what it is.”

She nodded, feeling the sincerity in his words. “I know, Butcher. I know.”

He kissed the top of her head, a rare gesture of tenderness. “Good. ‘Cause I’m not lettin’ you go, not ever. You’re stuck wif me now, like it or not.”

Y/N chuckled softly. “I think I can handle that.”

[madamefluffnstuff]

Madame Fluff 'N Stuff Masterlist

Honestly I never thought I'd be posting so much!

Headcanons

TES Khajiit Headcanons

TES Argonian Headcanons

TES Dunmer Headcanons

TES Bosmer Headcanons

TES Orc Headcanons

TES Nord Headcanons

TES Imperial Headcanons

TES Werewolf Headcanons

The Outer Worlds Headcanons

Elder Scrolls Online

Meet my ESO Vetiges!

ESO Emoji Ask Game

Wounded in Western Skyrim - Fennorian, Bastian Hallix, Fem!Vestige

A Morning in Elsweyr - Bastian Hallix x Fem!Khajiit!Vestige

Long Distance - Naryu Virian x GN!Vestige

Soothing Hands - Bastian Hallix & Fem!Vestige

A Fresh Start - Darien Gautier x Fem!Vestige, Platonic Bastian Hallix

A New Mother Figure - Maternal figure Caska, Aeliah Remnus

A Night Stayed In - Darien Gautier x Fem!Reader

Night Watch - Fennorian x Fem!Reader

Quelling the Beast - Fennorian x Fem!Werewolf!Reader

Bastian/Fennorian/Darien Cuddle Imagines

Loving Remedy - Bastian x Fem!Dunmer!Vestige x Darien Request

Now We're Stressed Out - Bastian Hallix x Fem!Vestige

Reunions and Confessions - Bastian Hallix x Ebonymist (my Vestige)

Uneasy Revations - Darien Gautier x Fem!Werewolf Vestige

Emoji Ask Game #1 - Razum-Dar x GN!Vestige

Time for a Break - Fennorian x Fem!Vestige

An Unusual Request - Prince Irnskar x Jarl Svana. Helpful friend Fem!Nord Vestige

TES Summerfest 2024

(To be fair I was only able to get three of these done but I'm very proud of them and they deserve their own section.)

Day 1: Forbidden - Naryu Virian

Day 2: Golden Secret - Darien Gautier

Day 3: Ghost - Yisara and Mathren

The Outer Worlds

Over the Counter Sleep Aids (WIP)

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Little things I didn’t specify in my 141 Skyrim post but really want to mention:

Ghost’s darling is a Khajiit so if I ever mention Simon petting your tail or scratching behind your ears in a part 2 or something, that’s why.

Price’s darling is a Vampire because I cannot resist a good Vampire x Werewolf trope.

Soap’s darling is the Leader of the Thieve’s Guild. And I could not tell you why but I always picture them wearing one of those fluffy looking cloaks from Game of Thrones. You know the ones. I also picture them as pretty scarred up. But that detail will probably continue to be emitted in future parts for the sake of character neutrality.

Gaz’s darling actually took me the longest to come up with because I bounced around three different ideas. The first was the one I went with, the second was a bard, and the third was that you were in the cart with him to Helgen. Ultimately went with Courier because 1) I can’t sing and don’t know anything about singing and 2) I felt like I made the other three darlings very prominent considering they are in the three biggest guilds the game has and I like to make more mundane readers to even things out.

[medicinalkiwis]

Hello there, medicinalkiwis here!

My name is Kiwi, I mostly occasionally reblog random stuff relating to writing, gaming, or art, and I am an amateur writer who constantly has ideas mucking about in my head. I'm afraid I haven't ever actually finished anything, though I do have several ideas bouncing around in my head that I plan to actually work on.

I consider myself part of many "fandoms" including (primarily) several different anime such as Haikyuu, My Hero Academia, and ; the popular tv show Supernatural; video games like Stardew Valley, Baldur's Gate 3, and Skyrim; and certain YouTubers such as Markiplier, Sam and Colby, and YuuriVoice; and many others. However, I should make it clear that I simply watch the anime in particular and do not keep up with fandom drama that I only hear about much later.

Masterlist:

*Blank and ageless blogs will be blocked.*

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I am willing to take questions relating to what I write or just general questions about anything, as well as requests for one shots or series that anyone wants to see. Please refer to the list under the cut to understand the things I will and will not write for. Feel free to let me know if there's something you're interested in that is not on the list!

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Asks will be tagged as #askkiwi and #kiwianswers

Finished works (such as one shots) will be tagged as #kiwicontent

Parts in a series will be tagged under the name of the series, the number of which part it is following the name of the series, and as #kiwiseries

Requests will be tagged as #kiwirequests and under the name of the person who made the request, or under #anonrequest if the person was anonymous or wanted to be referred to as such

Drabbles will be tagged as #kiwidrabbles

Posts not related to asks, current works, etc. will be tagged as #kiwirambles

Posts related to asks, current works, etc. will be tagged #kiwiinfo

Reblogs will not be given a specific tag, but may be tagged with my thoughts on whatever is reblogged

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Below the cut will be a list of things I will and will not write when taking requests. If you are unsure about something or have questions, feel free to ask!

Warning: Darker themes referenced below the cut. More may be added to each list later on.

"✓" means it is something I will write. "×" means it is something I will not.

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✓ Fluff

✓ Angst

✓ Smut

✓ Hurt/comfort

✓ Self inserts

✓ Reader inserts

✓ Oc x canon

✓ Oc x oc

✓ Canon x canon

✓ Friends to lovers

✓ Some mental health related content

✓ Referenced past domestic violence

✓ Aftercare

✓ Omegaverse

✓ Some humanoid non-humans (e.g. shifters such as werewolves and dragons, Khajiit, Argonians, Driinkiin race mod, certain aliens)

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× Excessive blood/gore/violence

× Currently abusive relationships

× Horror

× Kinks related to what goes into a toilet

× Incest/stepcest

× Smut with underage characters

× Dubcon/noncon

× Mindbreak

× Forcing a character to do something they don't want to

× Furries

[xthe-writing-vampirex]

If you feel up to it and have time, could you please write something about Akari? I would love a plus size y/n insert with a more romantic undertone if you're comfortable with it? Nothing rated R, but fluffy and sweet stuff that's romantic would be amazing. Oh! And if Akari could act kinda cat like too that would be awesome!

So I had to give more context than anything with this and didnt fully know how to slip in the fact that Y/N is plus sized. Anyway REQUEST MORE WITH MY OCS PLEASE YOU WILL WIN MY HEART, I love my OCs dearly and writing them for people is amazing. I'm always happy to write more. I'm thinking they get closer and he calls Y/N beautiful and Y/N has body insecurities that he helps with because I can definitely see my sweet boi doing that💕

Ah'kari x Reader

Word Count: 1,183

Warnings: fear, mentions blood, injury, mentions abuse

Fandom: The Elder Scrolls

Parings: Ah'kari (my OC) x Reader

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Ah'kari had been working his way across Skyrim from the Volkihar Castle for days now. He was working to get all of the mortals Harkon was using as "vampire cattle" out of that evil place after seeing what they did to them. The Khajiit was a member of the dawnguard for years before being forcefully turned into a vampire lord by Harkon himself. Now he was forced to show up in the castle and the dawnguard didn't trust him enough to let him come back.

Being in this limbo, all alone, put him in a rather dark headspace. The only thing that really kept him going was his ability to help the dawnguard save the mortals the vampires kept stealing from their homes and loved ones. His most recent charge was Y/N, a (insert race here) with a fighting spirit and heart of gold. For your part you were grateful to have met the Khajiit in question, though his status as a vampire lord was a good reason not to trust him fully.

While in that castle you were hurt and almost drained completely multiple times. With that kind of trauma your Khajiit savior was understanding of your unwillingness to fully trust him. He was simply happy you were letting him help.

As time went on the two of you got closer. Ah'kari defended you with his life and did all he could to make sure you wouldn't experience any more pain. You wondered how something as evil as a vampire could have such a noble heart. Though your question was answered one night while the two of you sat in a makeshift tent in the plains of Whiterun. You'd been traveling for days and though you both wanted to make it to the Bannered Made in Whiterun, you were injured by a few bandits that jumped the two of you along the road.

They didn't get far, Ah'kari's obvious growl and clear abilities being enough to eventually scare them off. They did manage to cut open your side with a dagger however, before Ah'kari could go after them. You'd definitely learned something. Do not leave this man's side. As you groan in pain, Ah'kari moves towards you to try and help but you quickly back away. Blood was a trigger for them and you didn't exactly want to be a meal for anyone again, even if you cared for him.

Ah'kari nods in understanding before taking out the materials needed to make a tent. After finding a good location he begins building it, trying to be fast so you can lay down. Sadly for your stubborn nature you couldn't exactly stand up for long, collapsing from blood loss. After years of never having enough blood to even move around properly you were a bit weaker than normal and the cut took its toll.

As your eyes blink open, revealing a tent around you and a certain orange Khajiit near you, you jump up from your makeshift bed. Though the lightheadedness that immediately hits you informs you of your rather bad idea. Ah'kari moves to put a hand under your head and help you lay back down, causing you to flinch and move away despite your head protesting every second of your action. Cornered in a tent by a vampire while bleeding profusely from your side. This sounded like the start of a rather dark joke. That is until you realize there's something over your midsection.

"Wha-?" You say, confused as you look down at your stomach. A type of fur wrap has been applied to it and you were now in just your shiv (basically a long, loose gown looking white piece of clothing. It was used as a main type of underwear before the modern equivalent. It just feels right, don't come for me). Wait….that means he had seen you naked! You immediately blush, slightly forgetting about the fact that you were hurt.

"Uh…..sorry about that. You passed out and I had to do something or you'd have died. I didn't do anything other than wrap the cut. You have my word." He states, trying to give you your space while also reassuring you. You don't completely believe that at first but you don't feel any signs of anything more happening. Maybe it was the truth?

"W-Why didn't you drain me?" You ask, voice shaky from the entire incident. You wanted to believe his intentions were pure but all of your instincts were screaming at you. It was….a bit hard to think logically. Ah'kari looks a bit hurt from that line of questioning but quickly seems to remind himself of the reason you were together in the first place. Maybe this had happened many times before but with a very different outcome?

"Because I don't do that." He replies, amber colored eyes on you. Any other time you'd pay them no attention but now it felt like they were pinning you. You can't help what you say after. Given this trip and the fact that you just had to blindly trust him until now…..a part of you wanted answers.

"B-But why? You're one of them!" You say, voice raising a bit at the last part. Ah'kari blinks in surprise, concern on his features. His ears droop a bit a this before he answers you.

"Because I never wanted to be one of them. I was a member of the dawnguard for years before they turned me. Harkon tricked me. He made me believe that if I joined him then my friend would go free. I did what he wanted and he killed her anyway. I just…...I just want to use this curse to keep things like that from happening again." He explains, unable to look you in the eye.

You sat there for a moment, eyes wide at the reality of what he'd just said. He said he was a member of the dawnguard but until now that was all you knew. Without completely thinking you sit up, carefully closing the distance between the two of you. Feeling arms around his midsection the Khajiit's eyes widen, looking down at you. You have your eyes clenched closed, part of your face smushed against his ebony chest plate. The rest of you sits between his legs, curled up against him. This was the last thing he expected to happen. After being told you're a monster for so long one starts to believe it. The way you held onto him though…...it surprised him.

After a moment of him being still you begin to believe you've fucked up. That is, until you feel those strong arms wrap around your large frame, dwarfing you in size despite you not exactly being small. He takes care to avoid your injury and puts his head on yours, fur grazing your skin. His arms cause your sides to squish in as you hear something you never expected, a deep purr. A part of you always questioned if they could do that and now you had your answer. And boy was it cute.

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[kagrenacs]

Explaining the Iceberg #4

I covered most things in this, but not everything. Every previous post I’ve made describing the tes iceberg I found on google image search can be found here x

Lorkhan’s purposeful failure: Lorkhan was the first spirit to go beyond the universe to see the tower, but didn’t achieve CHIM. He likely did this on purpose to show others how not to do it, and to demonstrate that it was difficult for et’ada to achieve this state because they simply don’t have the boundaries (such as death) that mortals do.

The World-Egg: The universe and the 12 previous Kalpas, everything within existence

The Khajiit Tower: this reddit thread https://www.reddit.com/r/teslore/comments/3oh7wf/the_khajiit_tower/ for everyone’s sake i’ll spare you the details of Jungian psychology, TL;DR the khajiit are a ‘tower’ made to hold up the universe and aspects of this

The Grabbers: Mentioned in the 36 lessons, a race of people in Lyg who are said to ‘have never built a city of their own’ there are theories that these are in fact Magne-Ge, due to their connection to Lyg by Mehrunes Dagon

AE: ‘is’ in ehlnofex, can be interpreted as a state of being

Shezzar became Akatosh: The only solid reference i could find was this thread, that immediately discusses how this is probably incorrect http://www.gamesas.com/could-lorkhan-have-jyggalag-t74581-25.html

The Monkey-Truth: Markuth’s teachings, also a website of tes fanfiction writers and roleplayers 

Red Moment: The potential Dragon Break at Red Mountain

The Provisional House: Mentioned in the 36 Lessons, called ‘a space that is not a space’ that Vivec observes the events of Nirn from. It may possibly protect Vivec from dangers associated with this.

Alandro Sul: The Shield-Companion to Nerevar. Sometimes called ‘the immortal-son of Azura’. After being blinded by Wulfharth, he went to live with the Ashlanders of Vvardenfell and is credited with spreading the idea that the Tribunal killed Nerevar

CHIM: To put simply, the process and state where a person realizes their place within the universe and is able to manipulate the laws of the universe as they see fit. Often associated with the concept of ‘Love’

Skaal Secrets: Discussed in the Dragonborn DLC, it’s unknown what their secrets are, but the Skaal report that they’ve kept them a secret from Hermaeus Mora for generations

The World’s Teeth: Mentioned in the 36 lessons of Vivec, sermon 17. Vivec takes Nerevar to the edge of the world, where they see ‘the bottom row of the world’s teeth’ as Vivec states. This may possibly reference a glitch in Redguard. (as a side note: The Legend of Zelda Breath of the Wild, a game that’s confirmed to have taken inspiration from the Elder Scrolls, has an area on the map, near the edge of the world with a row of spikes similar to what’s described here. This might be just coincidence, but I sure enjoy it)

Dagoth Ur’s Endgame: Speculation on what Dagoth Ur’s final plans actually are. He speaks of his desire to remove the Empire from Morrowind, and unite the Dunmer under the 6th House, but beyond that there’s little to go off of.  Ultimately this is just speculation and theories, mostly on what he plans to do with the Anumidium, and how that could possibly have adverse affects on reality.

Pelinal Cyborg from the Future: Another bit of obscure MK lore that’s not implemented in-game. This derives from the description of Pelinal having a ‘left hand made of a killing light’  ‘PELIN-EL [which is] "The Star-Made Knight" [and he] was arrayed in armor [from the future time].’ and his survival of being decapitated. While the text directly states he is from the future, there’s no ingame canon text stating he is a cyborg.

Reymon Ebonarm is Reman: The thought that Ebonarm, a God of War is the same person as Reman, emperor of Cyrodiil. There’s several theories dedicated to this, with different variants on the specifics.

The Enantiomorph: Directly tied to the concept of mantling and the Fourth Walking Way. Put simply, there are three participants in this. Two combatants who are very much alike and trying to become the ‘Ruling King’ and an observer who determines who wins, this observer usually becomes maimed as a result of this. 

The Third Moon: Two different things, a metaphorical or literal secret moon important to the Khajiit that only appears when Masser and Secunda are aligned, preceding the birth of a Mane. The second option is the Necromancer’s Moon, the godly form of Mannimarco.

The Walkabout: A concept in Yokudan religion. The process of spirits surviving one Kalpa to the next, facilitated by Tall Papa

White-Gold Doomsday device: I remember reading this theory a few years back, unfortunately I cannot find the exact page for the life of me. The Tl;DR on this is the White-Gold Tower is a weapon of mass destruction, either literally or in metaphysical terms (being connected to Akatosh and it’s status as a Tower). The closest thing I can find to it is this thread which describes the motives of Umbra in the novels, and how it could potentially take over Tamriel using the White-Gold Tower http://www.gamesas.com/doomsday-scenario-t69430.html

Jiub was the Nerevarine: Self explanatory, headcanon that Jiub was the Nerevarine, similar to a headcanon on tumblr that stated Teldryn Sero was the Nerevarine

House Dwemer: Mentioned as a House within The War of the First Council (which is written by an Imperial for Western Scholars) and The Lost Prophecy (written by a Dunmer) This could be interpreted in a couple different ways. A) The first book was certainly written for western readers, while there is no evidence for this being the case for the latter, it can’t be ruled out. ‘House’ is used as a simplification B) The Dwemer were considered a house, but perhaps not in the way we would initially think (being on the Great House Council)  They were grouped into a singular entity, rather than distinct clans within a cultural group (either during the First Council or posthumously) 

When Dead Gods Dream: https://www.imperial-library.info/content/when-dead-gods-dream referencing this thread. Discusses the mechanisms of Dagoth Ur’s godhood, the thread explains it better than I can here, TL;DR Dagoth Ur is not alive, but he is within the realms of gods and therefor is able to ‘project’ himself onto Tamriel and the minds of his followers.

Khajiit ended the Metheric Era: Nothing found for this

Parabolic Kalpa: A parabola is a symmetrical U-shaped curve. This theory essentially tries to explain why Skyrim is so low magic, compared to it’s history or even ESO. The thought is that as time goes on, the world becomes less connected to Divinity. Towers are destroyed and the gods are gone, but eventually things will begin to kick off again, and there will be a rise in magic, technology and the connection to these beings. Essentially tries to explain why C0da and Loveletter from the 5th era are more high magic compared to the actual games. 

Sithis: Secret Lesson from Vivec: Connects the both Sithis with the 36 lessons by terminology (The Sharmat, false dreamer ect.) and proposes Vivec may have written the book

Bendu Olo: Colovian King, may have been related to Olaj Olo, nordic demigod of mead. Also used as a placeholder name for the player character in Oblivion and the name of the dev’s test character in Skyrim

Trinimac still lives: An ESO lorebook states the Ashpit, realm of Malacath, extends into Aetherius. Some orcs also believe Malacath is nothing more than a demon presenting himself as the remnants of Trinimac. A r/teslore theory states that Malacath wears two faces. While I assume this is the Iceberg author’s sole reference, I propose this could (should) refer to another theory. (Another theory is similar to this on teslore, proposed around the same time, but this one connects the dots)  https://boethiah.tumblr.com/post/621058598373588993/tsun-is-the-shield-brother-of-shor-and-trinimac 

The Aedra are Dead: Seemingly a common topic on teslore. A basic concept in tes, the Aedra gave most of their powers to Mundus to stabilize it.  Their bodies remain as planets, and they can only have limited interactions with Nirn. 

Divayth Fyr was the Hero of Battlespire: An old theory that looks at artifacts in Divayth Fyr’s possession and ties them back to the tes spinoff Battlespire. There are holes in this theory (Divayth Fyr was a seasoned mage at the time the hero was an apprentice)

Three Talin’s: The default name given to the Eternal Champion is Talin, a character creation scenario proposes that their father was also named Talin, and finally Uriel Septim VII’s general was named Talin Warhaft.

Pelagius I was killed by the Underking: The Arcturian Heresy states that the Underking appeared as an advisor to Pelagius I, who was assassinated by the Dark Brotherhood. This theory is a possibility considering the amminosity between Tiber Septim and both components of the Underking. 

Tsaesci Goa’uld: Goa’uld are a species from Stargate that are parasites towards humans. This theory proposes that the Tsaesci are similar, explaining the inconsistencies of their appearance within the lore.

Lunar currency: The thought that the Aedra and Daedra use mortal souls like currency

Historic Star Inconsistencies: Possibly referring to the variations of the number of days within the year in Arena, not sure about this one

Mnemoli/Star Orphans:Mnemoli is either a specific Magne-Ge (spirits that fled the creation of Mundus after Magnus), or a group of them that only appears during a Dragon Break (often nicknamed the ‘Blue Star’) MK states that they’re the writers and distributors of the physical Elder Scrolls (however this contradicts ingame books, so take it with a grain of salt). Star Orphans may or may not refer to Magne-Ge as a whole. Vehk’s book of hours state's them as a ‘group or tribe’ regardless, Mnemoli falls under this secondary classification (along with Merid-Nuda and Xero-Lyg, I have my own thoughts on this which would be better explained in another post) 

Bosmer Hircine worship: Seemingly referring to a thread on 4pleb, I will not be summarizing this theory here because I’m smart and not going onto 4pleb of all places. But from canon content, Bosmer do not worship Hircine, and consider him a force that goes against Y’ffre and wants to return everything to it’s original state of chaos before the earthbones (Y’ffre being among them) stabilized things 

Septimus Signus Zero Sum: The theory that the aforementioned zero-summed at the end of Discerning the Transmundane in Skyrim. Essentially Septimus is in a fragile state, delving into the secrets of the universe and is being pushed by Hermaeus Mora, who may see him as a lab rat, into discovering things he isn’t meant to handle as a mortal, and consequently Zero-Sums. There’s holes in this, namely Zero-Summing supposedly removes all trace of existence. 

The Soft Doctrines of Magnus Invisible: A very obscure text by Douglas Goodall, discusses the binding of various gods

Abnegaurbic creed: An overly fancy word basically meaning religious beliefs, seen in Nu-Hattia Exerpt 

Dunmereth: A Nordic term for the area of Morrowind, during their occupation of it

Fifteen-and-One Golden Tones: A Dwemer term, possibly referring to the spheres of the Daedra, counting Sheo/Jyggalag as a singular entity. Also, the Dwemer swear by these 

Ideal Masters are God of Worms remnants: As Mannimarco is often said to be the first Lich, the existence of the ideal masters seems to contradict this (similar story with Azidal) this tries to rectify this by proposing that the Soul Carin is the Necromancer’s Moon, and the ideal masters are remnants of Mannimarco. This theory doesn’t hold up when examined, but is cool nonetheless. 

Sermon 37: Found in ESO, an extra sermon to the 36 lessons, ties in concepts present in c0da like amaranth. (interestingly on this list Sermon Zero is never mentioned, despite it being older and more interesting imo, but to discuss that would require lots of work)

Flying Whales: Mentioned in Aldudagga. A now extinct species. The bone bridge of Sovngarde could potentially be a reference to this.

Joy-Snow: It’s cocaine 

Mankar=Tharn: A theory that Mankar Cameron is Jagar Tharn, doesn’t hold much weight and relies mostly on the connection of Mehrunes Dagon

Sharmat: A term used to describe Dagoth Ur, an opposite to the Hortator, a force uniting people for evil. Implied to mean or be associated with ‘the False Dreamer’ a person whose view of the universe is similar to someone whose achieved CHIM, but sees themself as the center of it all, rather than a droplet in the ocean of the universe.

Pankratosword: A forbidden Yokudan sword technique that could ‘cut atoms’ similar to our modern day Nuclear Fission. A bit of etymology here, ‘Pankrato’ seems to refer to the word ‘Pankrator’ meaning all-powerful or almighty. 

Landfall: A concept from MK, a future event where Nirn is destroyed by the Numidium, and the people remaining relocate to the moons. 

Cylarne: The oldest ruin in the Shivering Isles, rumored to be the original capital. Home to the Cold Flame of Agnon

[theshippingcorner]

if its ok to ask, do you know the fandom Skyrim? I would like some khajiit x reader with any pronouns and maybe something to do with traveling?

I love skyrim so this is no problem but I have to ask is there any Khajiit in particular or just anyone? Because there's quite a few to chose from for sure and in this case assuming is harder than asking for clarification lol

[tes-trash-blog]

🌙 hmm... an age old question but opinion on the whole Imperials Vs Stormcloaks fiasco Skyrim tried to feed us?

*cracks neck*

Goodbye follower count, I’m going in!

I’m going to preface this with a confession: In my first ever playthrough of Skyrim (2014), I did side with the Imperials. On my second, I sided with the Stormcloaks. Since then, I have done three more playthroughs on the Stormcloak side, and three more on the Imperial side. In four more still my Dragonborn was neutral, slaying Alduin without ever taking a side. In my playthroughs, especially the ones after 2016, I’ve developed my own opinions about the Imperials and Stormcloaks alike.

In order to better articulate my opinion, we must first briefly examine four factors: the American landscape in which Skyrim was conceived, Skyrim itself and its portrayal of the Imperials and Stormcloaks (and the Thalmor), and Umberto Eco, the usage of terms like “fascism” and especially “Nazism” in American popular culture, and how this all relates to the Imperial/Stormcloak fiasco.

So let’s get started.

Part 1: Thanks, Obama.

In 2008, Barack Obama was elected as the 44th President of the United States. It was a landslide victory against Republican runner John McCain, a conserative who frequently brought up his service in the Vietnam War (and his time as a prisoner of war) during his campaign, as well as his years of service in political office. In a move to make his (very white, very male) campaign seem more inclusive in the face of the frontrunners of the Democratic campaign (Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama), he appointed Sarah Palin as his VP. She was the only conservative woman who agreed to be his running mate, as all three  conservative women in the Senate already said no, and the Republicans couldn’t find a black conservative.

(I’m not making this up.)

Anyway, come 2008, the conservatives lose their goddamn minds because Bush’s reign of actual terror was over, a Black man is now President and Whiteness is in peril. This was before the term “triggered” became a popular sneer in the conservative dictionary, but “snowflake” was used a lot. Come 2009, the Tea Party emerges. And now we get to the crux of my, uh, observation.

For the young, uninitiated, or non-Americans who are thinking “What the fuck is wrong with America”, the Tea Party Movement was/is a rash of hardline rightwingers who, still licking their wounds from a sound beating by the Democrats in the 2008 election, sought to rebrand themselves. With some bootstrap lifting and millions of dollars in funding from media tycoons such as the Koch brothers, the Tea Party made its official debut in 2010 after the signing of the Affordable Healthcare Act. Their message was simple: It’s time to take America back from the lazy, the entitled, and the “uppity”. What was really just a rehash of a song and dance that’s been turning its ugly white head since at least 1964 gained something of a stranglehold on America, in spite of its relatively small size of active members. It hit all the notes: a populist movement rooted in the perceived threats to their faith, their culture, and their social and economic capital.

They also believed shit like this:

For instance, Tea Partiers are more likely than other conservatives to agree with statements such as “If blacks would only try harder they could be just as well off as whites,” and are more likely to disagree with statements like “Generations of slavery and discrimination have created conditions that make it difficult for blacks to work their way out of the lower class.” (Williamson, 34)

Like I said. Since 1964.

What made the Tea Party different from the other conservative temper tantrums was one thing: Internet access. All of a sudden, these angry white men had an outlet for voicing their rages, and an open recruiting forum for other malcontents and disaffected youths. I’m not implying the Tea Party had anything to do with Gamergate, nor that Gamergate had anything to do with the rise of the alt-right or whatever these tennybopper neo-Nazis are calling themselves now, but I am saying those circles at least touch in a Venn diagram.

“But tes-trash-blog! What do the machinations of American politics have to do with Elves?” you may ask. Well dear reader, this leads me to..

Part 2: Hey, you! You’re finally awake!

Skyrim was an overnight hit. On release, The Elder Scrolls 5 generated 450 million dollars on its opening weekend alone. This game sold for around 20 million copies, not including Special Edition, VR, or Switch, and continues to see an average of around 10,000 players a week 9 years later (Steamcharts).

And 20 million people see one thing first: A strong, noble Nord in captivity, telling you that you’re on your way to be executed by the Imperials, who are in bed with a scary, sneering bunch of High Elves dressed in black.  20 million people already were told who was the clear bad guy in this game, and it wasn’t the strong, noble Nord in captivity. I’ll be going into this more into Part 3, but suffice to say, the Imperials were already coded as Bad Guy by association. The Imperials decided to execute you, the player. They shot a man in the back because he ran from his own execution. He stole a horse, which was a crime punishable by death in those days. The game doesn’t tell you that part, and is content to say that Lokir was killed because he was in the same cart as the Stormcloaks.

Speaking of Imperials, the Third Empire is written as obtuse, corrupt, uncaring, and cruel. The Septim Dynasty is wrought with scandal and intrigue, plagued by conflict, and powerless to do anything about the Oblivion Crisis that almost ended the world. They flat out abandoned Morrowind and Summerset to better protect their own, offered no help during the Void Nights that destabilized the Khajiit, and worst of all, signed a treaty outlawing Talos worship. That is the crux on which the Stormcloak/Imperial conflict lies. These damned outsiders telling these humble Nords what to do and what not to do. They’re corrupt, lazy, and know nothing of the hardships these people endure, and now the nanny state Empire is telling them they don’t have the freedom to worship what they want? How dare they!

Going further, in the seat of Imperial power in Skyrim is none other than Jarl Elisif, a young widow who relies heavily on the advice of her (overwhelmingly male) thanes, stewards, and generals. She’s weak, thinks mostly of her dead husband, and is written as someone who overreacts to scenarios; the “legion of troops” to Wolfskull Cave over a farmer reporting strange noises, banning the Burning of King Olaf in the wake of her husband’s murder via Shout come to mind. Compare and contrast that to the seat of Stormcloak power, Windhelm. Ulfric spends his time pouring over the map of troop movements and discussing strategy when he’s not delivering his big damn “Why I Fight” speech. Elisif is weak, Ulfric is strong. The Jarl of Solitude is even told to tone it down during the armistice negotiations in Season Unending. She’s chastised by her own general. The first thing you see in Solitude is a man being executed for opening a gate. The first thing you see in Windhelm is two Nords harassing a Dark Elf woman and accusing her of being an Imperial spy.

Both are portrayed as horrific, but only one has bystanders decrying the acts of the offender. Only one has a relative in the crowd proclaim, “That’s my brother [they’re executing]!” The best you get with Suvaris is her confronting you about whether or not you “hate her kind”. Even a mouth breathing racist would be disinclined to say “yes” when confronted with the question of whether or not they’re racist, but that’s how the writers of Skyrim think racism works.

I acknowledge that this was an attempt at bothsidesism, but the handling was.. clumsy.

Part 3: Ur-Fascism, Or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Bash The Stormcloaks

And now we move on to Umberto Eco, fiction writer, essayist, and writer of the famous essay Ur-Fascism. In short, Eco summarizes 14 separate properties of a fascist movement; it’s important to stress that this should not be treated as a checklist if a piece of media is fascist, or if a person is actually a Nazi, or to say “X is Bad Because Checklist”. It’s frankly impossible to even organize these points into a coherent system, as fascism is an ideology that is, by its nature, incoherent.

With that in mind, let’s run down the points:

1. “The Cult of Tradition”, characterized by cultural syncretism, even at the risk of internal contradiction. When all truth has already been revealed by Tradition, no new learning can occur, only further interpretation and refinement.

2. “The Rejection of Modernism”, which views the rationalistic development of Western culture since the Enlightenment as a descent into depravity. Eco distinguishes this from a rejection of superficial technological advancement, as many fascist regimes cite their industrial potency as proof of the vitality of their system.

3. “The Cult of Action for Action’s Sake”, which dictates that action is of value in itself, and should be taken without intellectual reflection. This, says Eco, is connected with anti-intellectualism and irrationalism, and often manifests in attacks on modern culture and science.

4. “Disagreement Is Treason” – Fascism devalues intellectual discourse and critical reasoning as barriers to action, as well as out of fear that such analysis will expose the contradictions embodied in a syncretistic faith.

5. “Fear of Difference", which fascism seeks to exploit and exacerbate, often in the form of racism or an appeal against foreigners and immigrants.

6. “Appeal to a Frustrated Middle Class”, fearing economic pressure from the demands and aspirations of lower social groups.

7. “Obsession with a Plot” and the hyping-up of an enemy threat. This often combines an appeal to xenophobia with a fear of disloyalty and sabotage from marginalized groups living within the society (such as the German elite’s ‘fear’ of the 1930s Jewish populace’s businesses and well-doings, or any anti-Semitic conspiracy ever).

8. Fascist societies rhetorically cast their enemies as “at the same time too strong and too weak.” On the one hand, fascists play up the power of certain disfavored elites to encourage in their followers a sense of grievance and humiliation. On the other hand, fascist leaders point to the decadence of those elites as proof of their ultimate feebleness in the face of an overwhelming popular will.

9. “Pacifism is Trafficking with the Enemy” because “Life is Permanent Warfare” – there must always be an enemy to fight. Both fascist Germany under Hitler and Italy under Mussolini worked first to organize and clean up their respective countries and then build the war machines that they later intended to and did use, despite Germany being under restrictions of the Versailles treaty to NOT build a military force. This principle leads to a fundamental contradiction within fascism: the incompatibility of ultimate triumph with perpetual war.

10. “Contempt for the Weak”, which is uncomfortably married to a chauvinistic popular elitism, in which every member of society is superior to outsiders by virtue of belonging to the in-group. Eco sees in these attitudes the root of a deep tension in the fundamentally hierarchical structure of fascist polities, as they encourage leaders to despise their underlings, up to the ultimate Leader who holds the whole country in contempt for having allowed him to overtake it by force.

11. “Everybody is Educated to Become a Hero”, which leads to the embrace of a cult of death. As Eco observes, “[t]he Ur-Fascist hero is impatient to die. In his impatience, he more frequently sends other people to death.”

12. “Machismo”, which sublimates the difficult work of permanent war and heroism into the sexual sphere. Fascists thus hold “both disdain for women and intolerance and condemnation of nonstandard sexual habits, from chastity to homosexuality.”

13. “Selective Populism” – The People, conceived monolithically, have a Common Will, distinct from and superior to the viewpoint of any individual. As no mass of people can ever be truly unanimous, the Leader holds himself out as the interpreter of the popular will (though truly he dictates it). Fascists use this concept to delegitimize democratic institutions they accuse of “no longer represent[ing] the Voice of the People.”

14. “Newspeak” – Fascism employs and promotes an impoverished vocabulary in order to limit critical reasoning.

I did copy and paste the list from Wikipedia, but you can read the full essay here. It’s 9 pages long. You can do it, I have faith in you.

You may notice that you can’t really shorthand these concepts, or at least not in an aesthetically pleasing way. However, you can point to the most infamous of fascist regimes and take their aesthetic instead. You see it in Star Wars with the Empire (hmm) and the First Order, in Star Trek with the Mirrorverse and the Cardassian Dominion (hmm), and in the.. Oh, it’s on the tip of my tongue..

Oh, yeah. The Thalmor. They dress in dark colors, are a foreign power trying to exert their influence on the downtrodden Nord, enact purges, and scream about Elven superiority. The Thalmor express every surface level perception of a Nazi in American popular culture. TVTropes has already pretty well covered this ground in their Video Games section of A Nazi By Any Other Name, so I won’t go too much into here seeing as I’m already at the 2000 word mark. Suffice to say, it’s hard to think Bethesda wasn’t trying to make the player associate the 4th Era Altmer with the 1930’s German.

And in doing so, they accidentally created a group that is.. Well, you’ve read the essay or at least the 14 points. Try and tell me how many of them don’t apply to Nordic culture. What grabs me the most are points 9, 11, and 13: life is a perpetual struggle in which you must emerge victorious, a culture of Heroes impatient to die in a glorious fashion, and the Common Will that is enacted and reinforced by one strongman leader. You see these elements in play in Nord culture, in Stormcloak ideology especially. I, for one, hear what Galmar really means when he says “We will make Skyrim beautiful again”. I hear the echoes in George W Bush’s speeches and McCain’s campaign when Ulfric talks of duty and service, of “fighting because Skyrim needs heroes, and there’s no one else but us.”

It’s less of a dog whistle and more of a foghorn if you ask me. And to go back to part 2, this is a message that 20 million played. Not all of them are Stormcloak stans, but that compelling message was still present. Americans love being a strongman hero in their media; we eat that shit up. The setup was enough: you’re a lone hero about to be executed by milquetoast Imperials and Nazi-coded Thalmor. The story was enough: a strong man rebels against a system gone awry, one that seeks to destroy his way of life. 

It was enough to compel a “fashwave” artist to take on the monkier Stormcloak(Hann). It was enough that Skyrim was lauded as a “real” game instead of say, Depression Quest, and to justify ruining a game developer’s life over it.

It was enough that when Skyrim came out in 2011, the game did not do so well in Germany because of these elements, because the game was written for you to be sympathetic towards these very white, very blond and Ayran-coded Nords. I can’t speak for the popularity of the game now in Germany, but when I lived there, there were a few raised eyebrows among my age group about the message of the game.

I think about that a lot, especially when the tesblr discourse heats up about the Stormcloaks. I see how visibly upset people get when someone throws shade at Ulfric. The talk of “it’s just a video game” and “lul get triggered” starts to look less like passive dismissal and shoddy trolling and more a kind of funhouse mirror to how they really think.

I can’t lie, it reminds me so much of 2009, of these angry people screaming racial slurs on the Internet because there’s a Black president or posting sexist screeds because Michelle Obama wanted kids to have access to healthy meals. It reminds me of the kid in my sophomore class who said he was going to “take out” Obama on his inauguration day. He was 15 years old then. He’s a father now.

Hell, it reminds me of right now, of Republican Senators demanding civility and tone policing as they kowtow to an actual fascist. The Stormcloak in the Reach camp “had to do something” about the Empire telling him and his what to do, and the neighbor I used to dogsit for had to do something too. I don’t watch his dogs anymore. When I told him I wouldn’t, he tried to make himself the victim and say I was getting political about dog sitting. It’s just two dogs. It’s just a video game. All political messages are just imaginary, snowflake.

But it’s really not, is it now?

TL;DR and Sources

TL;DR: The imperials are portrayed as weak and effectual, as the bootlicker to the Thalmor, and the writers were so busy trying to make one side look bad and weak they inadvertently made actual fascists.

Even though this is pretty long, this really only scratches the surface of the.. Well, everything. In all honesty this is just a very condensed version of my opinion. Big shockeroo, there.

Do keep in mind that this isn’t a condemnation of Skyrim. Lord knows I love that game, or I wouldn’t have this blog. This also isn’t a damning of people who play the game and side with the Stormcloaks, or think Ulfric is hot, or don’t like the Thalmor or what have you. You do you, fam. You do you. This is my observation and opinion on one aspect of the game, just with some tasty sources to better paint a picture of where I personally formed my opinion.

This also isn’t to say that I’m trying to draw a 1:1 comparison between The Elder Scrolls and reality, or that Ulfric is obviously a McCain/Trump/Hitler expy, but Skyrim is, like all things, a product of the minds that created it. Skyrim didn’t happen in an apolitical vacuum, and apolitical stories about war simply do not exist. Anyone who tells you otherwise is simply reinforcing the status quo, and it is our responsibility as people who consume this media to question it, and that status quo they so dearly wish to hang on to.

Also, Elisif hot.

Sources:

Eco, Umberto. “Ur-Fascism”. The New York Review of Books. 1995. https://www.pegc.us/archive/Articles/eco_ur-fascism.pdf>

Williamson, Venssa, Skocpol, Theda and Coggin, John. “The Tea Party and the Remaking of Republican Conservatism”. Perspectives on Politics, Volume 9. March 2011. https://scholar.harvard.edu/files/williamson/files/tea_party_pop_0.pdf>

The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim. Steamcharts.com https://steamcharts.com/app/72850>

Schreier, Jason. “Bethesda Ships 7M Skyrim, Earns About $450M”. Wired. November 16, 2011. https://www.wired.com/2011/11/skyrim-sales/>

Hann, Michael. “‘Fashwave” - synth music co-opted by the far right”. The Guardian. December 2014. https://www.theguardian.com/music/musicblog/2016/dec/14/fashwave-synth-music-co-opted-by-the-far-right>

[delldarling]

Just wanted to say I love the fact that you write Skyrim fan fiction and I hope to see more in the future. Think you could do a Male Khajiit x fem or undetermined reader?

Hi there!

You have the wrong blog, my friend. I've never played Skyrim, or written fanfiction for it! 💔

I do however, believe @monstersandmaw has mentioned Skyrim fic a few times in recent memory!

[biscuit-babbles]

Traveling Mercenary (High Elf! Inasa X Khajiit! Reader)

Inasa is a High Elf and the reader is a Suthay Khajiit just because uh I said so. Yes, this is from the Elderscrolls series, specifically Skyrim. (Sweats in Khajiit bias.)

Includes fluff

     “Inasa, stop running!”

     “I thought Khajiit were supposed to be fast?”

     Giggling furiously at your boyfriend’s playfulness, you grin up at him. The tall man before you sports a flattering set of steel-plated armor, tailored specifically to his muscular form. Black hair cut clean to his head accentuates his deep, dark eyes. It is a spectacle to see for a High Elf to not only have such physical prowess, but also short hair, but you like him the way he is. Eyeing him fruitfully, your tail swaying with liking, Inasa is quick to laugh.

     “Aw, is kitty happy to see me?”

     “Wouldn’t you like to know, big guy?”

     “Actually, I would like to know. Why don’t you enlighten me,”

     “Alright. Maybe I am happy to see you,”

     Inasa laughs heartily, a large steel battleax clinking against his waist. Turning to help support your exhausted form, he presses a kiss to your head. A purr of delight leaves your lips, causing him to smile. Once the pleasant teasing and laughing are finished, you continue with the task at hand. You see, Skyrim is in too much disarray to just be able to canter across the barren lands and play like children. Instead, you are a traveling mercenary, being hired to kill bandits and beasts. Inasa, while doubling as your faithful boyfriend, is also your bodyguard.

     “How long until the next town?” you ask puzzled, looking down at the map. Rorikstead was just a little ways ahead, maybe half a day’s travel by horseback. Yet, you both concede to avoid that town like the plague, as a dragon visibly circles the hilltop.

     “Well, besides the dragon infested town there, Whiterun should be only a day’s travel away. Let’s walk straight there instead of using the path. Word has gotten around that a dragon also lurks around the mountains,”

     “What’s with all these fucking dragons?”

     “Legend tells that when Alduin, the world eater, returns to devour Nirn, dragons rebel from the grave to reak havoc on all of Tamriel,” Inasa foretells, his mystical tone one he picked up from traveling bards and traders.

     “That’s bullshit,” you giggle, “you listen to too many fairytales. Come on, if we get to Whiterun in time, I can get us some cold Honningbrew Mead.” Agreeing heartily to your offer, he drags you off your feet and into his arms, proceeding to carry you through the hills. Upon dark, you reach the Western Watchtower, in awe of the structure’s splendor. As you head closer to the gate, a less welcome sight lays out before you.

     “Halt. No khajiit within city walls,”

     “Even with a signed document from the High King himself?” you question, showing the guards a slip of paper you carried around. Unfortunately for them, they wrote it off as real and allowed you both inside, none the wiser to your expertly forged writing. Upon safely entering the streets, Inasa chuckles as he holds your hand.

     “It gets me every time they fall for that,”

     “It’s not my fault that Nords are racist pricks,”

     “Hey! My father was a Nord, watch your mouth,” Inasa teases, happily - and roughly - patting your head.

[foxmothfriends]

My Self Inserts! - Mod Fox

I know I’m supposed to be writing a x Reader but I keep getting flustered. I.. write angst easier, but I don’t think anybody wants some sad selfships, we’re here for the wholesome selfships, right?

S/Is under the read more! Most have refs, some don’t! Feel free to send asks about them!

Warriors

Thornheart - Shadowclan Warrior - Tom (He/Him)

9

10 - Stitchpunk - He/Him

League of Legends

Ice-Light - Noxian Shapeshifter - He/Him

Skyrim

J’kar - Khajiit - He/Him

General S/Is

“Death” - Death God - He/Him

Thorn - Kitsune - He/Him

Finn - Human - He/Him